"Captain Aaron Burr, aide-de-camp to General Washington, sir." A beat of silence, as he turns over what to say. There can be nothing but the truth, of course, but he had wished to be more tactful. Washington is there, and Lafayette, and Lauren's, of course. Well, they would have learned soon enough. He is nearly 18 weeks along. He won't be able to hide it any longer.
He looks at Hamilton, locks his gaze.
"I'm the Omega," Burr says. "Hamilton has been with me every night he is not called away on duty."
"Why has he been with you?"
Ah yes, they want to make Hamilton seem like a libertine, deflowering another omega, this time from under Washington's nose.
"I am with child," Burr says, and there is more to say, but disorder and fervor has claimed the courtroom since the start, and it is only further flung into disorder by Burr's revelation.
"Hamilton's child?"
"General Montgomery's child, sir."
An uproar, from the gallery, from the courtroom in general. Montgomery was a war hero and he died in Burrs arms. Burr was a war hero. It will be in the papers, no doubt, just as Burr's tale of catching Montgomery's body had been. How will they paint him? Patriot or whore?
"Montgomery is dead."
"The child was conceived on the Quebec campaign, on the Eve of the assault."
"You can prove this?"
"We were engaged," Burr says, forces himself to remain steady, though inside his heart is pounding. "I have a ring." He pulls the chain out from around his neck, the chain he has kept hidden in the back of his dresser since Hamilton began sharing his nights.
Montgomery's family ring, his seal.
"Yes, that's him," Laurens says, "that's the Omega."
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He looks at Hamilton, locks his gaze.
"I'm the Omega," Burr says. "Hamilton has been with me every night he is not called away on duty."
"Why has he been with you?"
Ah yes, they want to make Hamilton seem like a libertine, deflowering another omega, this time from under Washington's nose.
"I am with child," Burr says, and there is more to say, but disorder and fervor has claimed the courtroom since the start, and it is only further flung into disorder by Burr's revelation.
"Hamilton's child?"
"General Montgomery's child, sir."
An uproar, from the gallery, from the courtroom in general. Montgomery was a war hero and he died in Burrs arms. Burr was a war hero. It will be in the papers, no doubt, just as Burr's tale of catching Montgomery's body had been. How will they paint him? Patriot or whore?
"Montgomery is dead."
"The child was conceived on the Quebec campaign, on the Eve of the assault."
"You can prove this?"
"We were engaged," Burr says, forces himself to remain steady, though inside his heart is pounding. "I have a ring." He pulls the chain out from around his neck, the chain he has kept hidden in the back of his dresser since Hamilton began sharing his nights.
Montgomery's family ring, his seal.
"Yes, that's him," Laurens says, "that's the Omega."